Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.